So this happened….
I don’t know, is there anything more Canadian than two RCMP officers dressed in red serge mounted on magnificent black horses in a Starbucks drive through? Well yeah, they maybe should have picked a Tim Hortons, but still. Lots of weird stuff happening during our country’s 150th birthday year. This was in June (click on pic for link).
The only reason I know about it is because I looked it up on Monday morning after I was walking through my living room on my way to somewhere else and heard the clippity clop of big horse feet, and thought that’s pretty weird shit for this or any random little residential street. So I looked out my front window as two mounted police went by my house.
This is the kind of thing that makes you wonder if you’re hallucinating, insane, deluded, dreaming, or all of the above. I could so easily have missed it. There was no time to grab my phone to take a picture because although they were going at a very leisurely pace, they were there and then they were gone in the time it took for me to pick my jaw up off the floor.
The only thing I could find online was this coffee run picture from a month ago. I guess they may very well be doing these patrols intermittently all summer around here. And I would have been oblivious to this news if it hadn’t walked by my front yard.
So, here’s a list of things I have seen this summer although I don’t live in a rural setting or by a pond or in a forest:
- A big black and white cat.
- Many dogs on leashes walking their humans
- A coyote
- A pair of mallard ducks checking out the neighbors driveway mud puddle
- Two jack rabbits. Or could be more, they all look alike.
- The resident squirrel and the encroaching squirrels he chatters at and chases away
- Many big black crows
- Lots of gorgeous magpies
- A few bluejays
- HORSES for the love of God.
So what’s next, elephants and UFOs? I’ll keep you posted.
Hey, speaking of posted, I read in the local paper that postal workers want to bring back door to door mail delivery here. Maybe not-so-disgruntled mail carriers will be the next thing I see from my very own front door. Not holding my breath for that one though.
Holy Cow. What the heck happened to the first week of May? My page-a-day calendar is stuck on Tuesday. One more work day and then I’m off into the wild blue yonder, ready or not. Feels like I’ve been packing for weeks, but there’s a real science to ‘packing light’. I wish I knew what that means and how to do it.
My silly ducks have been landing in the backyard every day since I first saw them, once early in the morning and once or twice late in the afternoon. Sometimes they perch on the garage roof until they’ve checked things out, then they swoop down and clean up the spilled bird seed. And then off they go until the next time. Sometimes they’re joined by a squirrel, a crow and a magpie. None of these creatures was what I expected to attract when I hung up my bird feeders, but this little mini zoo is what I got.
The lawn people have done our spring clean up, and tomorrow we’re supposed to get the shingles replaced on the roof of the house and the garage. I guess that’s cheaper than buying a new house once the roof starts to leak. The shingles are supposed to last thirty years. Weird to think the roof will likely outlive us both.
Also weird is a lady who told me today while I was adjusting her glasses that she must have the arms bowed out so that they don’t touch her temples on the way back to her ears, because every time the wind blows, her head swells. I swear I couldn’t make shit like this up if I tried. I just did what she wanted and didn’t ask questions.
There’s a few posts scheduled to appear between now and the 27th of May when I return, but this process also got weird for me. Felt strangely like time travel. Or tempting fate. So I stopped. Time for a blogging break anyway, going somewhere new and experiencing something different. And thus having something new to talk about. As long as no one expects an intelligent Greek history lesson, we’re good.
Catch you on the flip side. ♥
Think of a time when you were completely wiped, totally exhausted, bone tired, and just plain done. Not quite dead, but really close. That was supposed to be me after working five days in a row.
But here I am, still conscious, reasonably lucid and almost pleasant to be around. Huh. I don’t know what happened. I expected to be passed out hours ago, comatose and in recovery mode for my two days off. I realize normal people work five days in a row all the time, but my four working days out of seven are broken up into small spurts with frequent home days in between, so I’m just not used to rising and shining day after day after day.
But when you’re short-staffed because some people quit and other people take vacations, these situations come up and you muddle through. In varying states of muddle-ness.
I do know I’m tired though, because there are other clues besides falling asleep mid sentence. When I’m over tired and can’t wind down, I find really dumb things hilariously funny. Like this for instance…..
Hahahaha! Caught poetry! Seriously I laughed way too long at this to be considered sane.
On a completely different note, our pair of mallard ducks continue to show up out of the blue every morning and evening because apparently our backyard is a fascinating place. Or there’s a lot more spilled birdseed out there than we realized. They are delightful to watch. We have also had visits from a lone Blue Jay and a Jackrabbit who is all splotchy changing from white to brown. I feel like I’m living in an enchanted forest. Another sure sign that I’ve been working too much.
Well, there. That certainly explains many things about this particular little ramble.
I hope you all are having a fabulous weekend! Mine has just begun. With any luck I’ll be able to stay awake for some of it. Maybe take some more miraculous wildlife-in-the-city pictures with my phone. Maybe we should build a duck blind! Maybe not. I’ll sleep on that one.
Yes, this is a picture of a big ass chocolate bar. It was the most exciting thing that happened to me yesterday. I had adjusted and dispensed glasses to a little old lady (she was way older than me, by at least 10 years) and as she got up to leave she asked me if I liked chocolate. I said yes. Dark chocolate? Yes. She whipped this monstrous thing out of her bag and told me to enjoy it with the rest of the girls who helped her pick out her glasses and to have a nice day. Just being called a ‘girl’ would have been enough to make the day nice.
But look at that thing. It is for sure my kind of gratuity. Normally we get nothing (which is what we expect even though we’re awesome) and sometimes we get coffee or a handful of change to put in our coffee fund. This is the equivalent amount of chocolate found in about a dozen normal size bars. I ate four squares of it and felt sick.
As interesting as all this is, hang on, because I’ve got something even better.
In my backyard this morning in the rain I spied a creature. That’s about as specific as I could be without my glasses. It looked like a bird, maybe a young Canada Goose.
I really need to clean this window before I take any more pictures through it. This is the last of our dirty snow pile still refusing to give up. And with glasses on and the zoom on my phone, look at this!
It’s a mallard duck with his very-hard-to-see mate just behind him. Both of them mucking about in the rain, like this is the wetlands or something. I was going to wake W up so he could get all excited about my remarkable avian identification skills involving a bird that wasn’t a blue jay or a cardinal, but then I remembered he used to be a migratory birds expert and seeing a duck might not be the highlight of his morning. I imagined him being grumpy and unimpressed, or worse, spewing out a hundred duck related facts off the top of his head. I let him sleep.
The ducks may have been attracted to all the spilled birdseed under our tree, or the gigantic puddle in our neighbor’s backyard caused from all the run off of the melting snow. He’s been pumping it periodically to keep it from turning into a big mud hole, and now all the rain makes it look like he hasn’t done a thing. I watched the ducks putter around for a bit, and then they waddled under the fence to the other side to play in the water. It was such a simple thing, and yet so odd and unexpected that it felt amazing. What an excellent way to start the day.
Just when you think it’s all about chocolate, life gives you ducks.